November 14, 2017
After spending a year working on it, The Atlantic has finally published their hit piece on me.
I actually made the cover of the printed magazine version.
(If you buy this physical issue, I promise to sign it some day. Not trying to sell copies of this magazine, just saying.)
You can go read the 10,000 word novella entitled “The Making of an American Nazi” if you’ve got the time and patience.
SPOILER ALERT: this is the best line:
A rabbi had paranoid visions of skinheads in the woods with night-vision goggles and scoped weapons. The police increased patrols.
Couched among the special ed middle schooler prose there are some TOP KEKS. I seriously can’t even. They say I tried to kiss a nigger boy.
Wasn’t one of these kikes like “whoa, hold on a second… that might be a little bit too much there”?
The piece is written by an obsessive failure at life named Luke O’Brien who spent this year tracking and harassing my family and people I went to high school with. I’ve previously published some of the threats, though most of them were over the phone. What he would say is “if you don’t talk to me, you’re protecting him and that makes you part of the story.” That is a threat of defamation.
He had a vendetta against me because when he was writing an article on the Alt-Right for Huffing Post, I published emails where he faked statements from the FBI, which was presumably illegal.
Though no one will admit it, I’m sure he’s virtually blacklisted in journalism because of those emails – but of course, that gave him a year to spend tracking me. And The Atlantic couldn’t find anyone else with that kind of time on their hands. I think they also wanted someone who wasn’t Jewish, and it’s hard to find a non-Jew who will engage in this kind of gutter fake news.
Obviously, the article is a product of the Jew editors. The Atlantic is an entirely Jewish publication.
The Editor-in-Chief, Jeffery Goldberg, even does Atlantic events in a synagogue.
Luke is also a fat fucking slob, as you can see in this video from April when he was lurking at Alt-Right events looking for info on this grand cover story.
Reading the article is surreal. Because he obviously did talk to people I knew. But then entire stories are just completely fabricated. Out of nothing.
Clearly, someone spent a good deal of time with lawyers figuring out what they could or couldn’t defame me on – it’s all stuff that can’t be proved one way or the other, and often with fake sources.
The sources also could be real people who are trying to socially signal, or people responding to threats. I have documented some of the threats – and I can tell you, as someone you know doesn’t print fake news, that he was threatening a lot of people.
The basic theme of this cute little novella is that I’m such a pathetic loser that I have to hate kikes because of how pathetic I am.
If I’m a pathetic loser, then why am I on the cover of a magazine for blogging?
How exactly did a pathetic person become magazine cover-worthy after being denied all forms of advertisement, donations, social media presence, and eventually becoming the first person to be banned from the internet?
If I’m a pathetic loser, then I’m pretty goddamn good at it.
I cannot grasp what the point of this is supposed to be.
Is it to make my own readers lose faith in me?
Surely if that was the goal, they would have tried harder to make this stuff seem plausible.
Is it to show the world that regardless of their solid arguments, Nazis are weird people?
I don’t think even most normies would believe that a Jewish publication was being honest when they claimed that the world’s number one neo-Nazi was trying to make out with nigger boys in high school. And if they do, making out with niggerboys, in their worldview, is a good thing, while racism is the most evil of all things.
Some of the claims actually make me seem awesome.
Mind you, this was literally 20 years ago – I dropped out of high school at the beginning of softmore year, right after turning 15. The parts about doing drugs are probably true. It was a weird time in my life. It isn’t all that clear in my mind.
But I’d like to believe some of it is true.
Let me go through a bit of it.
He dreams of a violent insurrection.
Fake. I am the one saying a peasant revolt is impossible.
Anglin is the alt-right’s most accomplished propagandist, and his writing taps into some of the same anxieties and resentments that helped carry Trump to the presidency—chiefly a perceived loss of status among white men.
lol @ “perceived.”
It’s all in your head, goyim.
Anglin’s path to white nationalism was disturbing, and more circuitous than I could have imagined. But it fit a pattern that scholars have identified, in that he seems to have been driven, at least initially, more by a desire for status and belonging than by deeply held beliefs. Anglin wanted to be somebody, and the internet gave him a way.
Check out Louis C.K. over here.
Moonbase Holdings—a likely reference to a conspiracy theory that Hitler survived World War II by escaping to a secret lunar base.
CAN WE GET A SOURCE ON THAT, LUKE?
Before that article came out, he falsely accused me on The Daily Stormer of fabricating information from the FBI regarding his whereabouts. More than once, I offered to walk him through my reporting, but he refused to hear me out.
So these are real claims then.
I printed those emails and never thought about it again until he started threatening my family. It was his whole life.
Imagine being this guy and having your entire life destroyed because you misread a guy, you thought you could intimidate him and it didn’t work out.
I met Anglin’s preschool teacher, Gail Burkholder, who described being shocked when she’d learned that her former student had grown up to be a notorious white nationalist. “Why would I think one of my students would become a Nazi who wants to kill me?” said Burkholder,
HE WANTS TO KILL HIS OWN PRESCHOOL TEACHER!!!!!1111
Roof wasn’t the only killer who read The Daily Stormer. In 2016, Thomas Mair shot and stabbed a British member of Parliament. This year, James Harris Jackson was charged with killing a black man with a sword in New York City and cited The Daily Stormer as an ideological influence. Devon Arthurs, an 18-year-old former neo-Nazi who converted to Islam, shot and killed two of his three roommates in Tampa, who were still neo-Nazis. Police arrested the surviving roommate for hoarding explosive materials.
Until the Roof massacre, Burkholder hadn’t thought about the “adorable,” “happy-go-lucky” boy in her class who loved dinosaurs. Anglin was a normal kid back then, whose only remarkable quality was his extraordinarily nasal voice—it was so bad that Burkholder thought he might have a sinus problem, and raised the issue with his mother, Katie, at a parent–teacher conference.
Imagine making something like that up.
Also note that Luke O’Brien just published my mother’s name. And note that I won’t forget that this happened.
Okay, let’s see here…
“FUCK RACISM” patch…
He also got deeply into drugs, according to half a dozen people who knew him at the time. He did LSD at school or while wandering through the scenic Highbanks Metro Park, north of the city. He took ketamine, ate psychedelic mushrooms, and snorted cocaine on weekends. He chugged Robitussin, and “robo tripped” so much that he damaged his stomach and would vomit into trash cans at school.
Motherfucker we’re drinking ROBITUSSIN out here.
And you think it’s a good idea to fuck with people with that little to lose?
Anglin’s favorite online destination was Rotten.com, which collected images of mangled corpses, deformities, and sexual perversions.
See – that is the opposite of the truth. I actually explicitly hated that site and still hate gore imagery. It’s banned from my forum.
This shit is all just made up.
Except it’s not – because look, this part is true.
Anglin set up his own website, for a fake record label called “Andy Sucks! Records” that he used to dupe bands into sending him demo tapes.
That is definitely getting into some real shit.
That was funny as hell. I remember it well. We got all kinds of tapes sent to my mom’s house, and at one point some of the tapes were good enough that we had a serious discussion as to whether or not it would be possible to create a real record label.
You see what I’m saying, how surreal this is? Complete lies mixed with shit I haven’t thought about in over a decade.
Visitors to his house saw holes in his bedroom walls, and they knew that when he was upset, he would smash his head into things. Several recall an episode at a party: Anglin burst out crying after Alison drunkenly kissed someone else, then ran outside and bashed his head on the sidewalk over and over.
He harmed himself in other ways, too. He tried to tattoo the name of his favorite band, Modest Mouse, on his upper arm but gave up after two and a half letters, leaving him with moI etched on his skin. He stretched his earlobes by jamming thick marker caps into piercing holes until they dripped blood. He claimed to feel no pain and used lighters to melt the flesh on the inside of his forearms. He provoked people into assaulting him but never fought back, instead laughing as the blows fell. Two kids beat him into a gutter once. Anglin just lay there until they stopped, out of pity and confusion.
Wow. Sounds like someone you wouldn’t want to fuck with, for sure.
This goy got nothing to lose.
Former friends recall that Anglin’s parents seemed blind to their son’s alarming behavior. And while he could be tender toward his younger siblings, Chelsey and Mitch, and loyal to his friends, he also had a sadistic side. Alison (who asked that her last name be withheld from this article) told me that during Anglin’s sophomore year, she called him, distraught: She said she’d passed out at a party and been raped by a friend’s older brother. She needed compassion and support, but Anglin just laughed and broke up with her.
“You’re a slut,” she remembers him saying.
That part is true.
And yes, I loved and still love my little brother and sister
And you shouldn’t have printed their names, Luke.
Several girls Anglin had gotten to know at another high school began calling her house at all hours of the night, according to Alison and other sources. “You deserved it,” they’d say. “You slut.” Alison says the abuse went on for weeks, as Anglin showed friends a video he’d made of them having sex.
Bitches should know bettah.
Gay nigger kiss coming up.
Several classmates told me that Anglin didn’t date again in high school and sometimes tried to kiss other boys, including one black student he especially liked. Whether this behavior was authentic experimentation or just for shock value, it’s notable in light of the extreme homophobia Anglin has since expressed on The Daily Stormer and elsewhere. He has advocated, for instance, throwing gays off buildings, isis-style.
“Didn’t date in high school… called high school gf a slut then had a gang of other girls who served him call her up at night… gay niggers…”
Come on now.
By Anglin’s junior year
Shortly after the divorce proceedings began, Anglin found a new emotional outlet: listening to a right-wing radio host who claimed that 9/11 was an inside job. This was Alex Jones, who would go on to become America’s premier conspiracy theorist. For Anglin, he was an entry point into the “internet truth movement,” an online realm filled with all manner of paranoid delusions. Soon Anglin was pulling classmates aside to warn them about lizard people. After graduation, few of his friends saw or spoke to him again.
See, this is just basic wrong shit.
I dropped out of high school in second year. Then I enrolled in a program that allowed me to get HS credits at a community college and finished school that way with a high school diploma.
How did he know this other stuff and not that? I mean, he is just making up defamatory shit here that is lulz. But this wrong shit has to be due to basic incompetence.
Anglin threw himself into this world after high school as he drove around the country, listening to truthers and living out of his Honda Civic. In 2004, he spent a night in jail in Santa Barbara, California, after being arrested for drunk driving. When he returned to Columbus after months on the road, he enrolled at Ohio State University to study English, but dropped out after one semester. In early 2006, he was arrested near campus for two minor drug offenses. (He pleaded guilty to one charge; the other was dismissed.)
Meh. Sounds plausible.
Anglin was by then spending a lot of time on 4chan
THAT’S WHEN SHIT WENT OFF THE RAILS.
Elsewhere on his site, Anglin wrote about blood rituals and underground tunnels used by pedophiles and fetus-eaters. He wrote that the government was a “scientific dictatorship” trying to implant microchips in citizens’ brains to create a “worldwide slave grid.”
WHERE IS THE LIE??
So he got on a plane and flew toward the jungles of Southeast Asia. It was there, after a darker plunge into delusion, that he would take his final step into neo-Nazism.
D E L U S I O N
Anglin established a home base at the Sampaguita Tourist Inn, a $10-a-night hotel in Davao City, where he lived for months at a time off money his father sent. He liked to sit in the lobby with his laptop, drinking Nescafé and planning his next move. At the time, Davao was ruled with an iron fist by its authoritarian mayor, Rodrigo Duterte, now the president of the Philippines. (Anglin shook Duterte’s hand once and has made praise of the violence-prone politician a staple of Daily Stormer coverage.)
I know where this part is from. This Jew who I thought was an okay Jew, even though he ripped me off on drinks by pretending he didn’t have any more. Turns out I was wrong.
That’s why, in 2009, Anglin came to the attention of Edward, a 33-year-old New Yorker and the only other young American in the hotel. Edward, who asked that his last name be withheld, spent months at a time in the Philippines over the course of several years. He and Anglin became friends and went out to eat together almost every day.
Edward thought Anglin was fun and intelligent, with excellent taste in music. Edward had once run a small music-distribution business, but Anglin still introduced him to new bands, such as the Felice Brothers. Yet there was something off about Anglin, who said he wasn’t going back to the United States. “He was running away, clearly,” Edward told me. But from what? Edward recalls Anglin claiming that he’d been trafficking cocaine back home. “I honestly thought that’s why he’d left America,” he said.
Interesting that they don’t say Ed was Jewish.
I’ll tell you the real story of this: I knew this guy for like a month and a half. He was a weird guy but he was the only Westerner at this hotel I lived in. Then however many years later this is, he sent me some message and he be mad I was gonna gas his people.
Edward told me that Anglin acted like he was smarter than everyone else, and in a country where young white men are “treated in a godly way,” Anglin’s ego only grew. He had a complex about being short—he claims to be 5 foot 7, but several people I talked with put his height closer to 5 foot 4.
Faggot, I posted my driver’s license.
The bitterness, Luke. I can taste it.
What does it feel like to need my face to get your name on the cover of a shit-tier Jew magazine?
In Davao, however, Anglin hit on every pretty young Filipina he saw and had success with many of them, sometimes taking advantage of their hope that an American husband could be an exit from poverty. Most of these girls were 18 or 19 years old, but Edward says some were younger. He remembers Anglin once picking up a 14-year-old in a bar and bringing her back to the Sampaguita to spend the night.
That is bullshit. Anyone who has ever been to Southeast Asia knows that is bullshit. You check IDs to keep from getting thrown indefinitely in prison.
Luke is going on this video where I was with a girl that was like 21 and said the word “jailbait.” He pressured the Jew Ed into saying “yeah they were mostly of age but maybe one wasn’t.”
And according to Edward, Anglin had another motivation: “He was going out there to marry two 16-year-old Muslim girls. He’d already met them and was buying them livestock for the dowry.”
HE WAS MOTIVATED BY JAILBAIT PUSSY THIS GOY HERE.
What happened to him in the jungle is a mystery. He later said he’d drunk too much of a “strong coconut wine” and “began to feel deeply depressed and alone.” His fanciful notion of “picking fruit and hunting wild boar” and being treated like a hero was, he realized, a “romantic fantasy.”
THAT SEEMS COOL.
Edward saw him one last time, back in Davao. Anglin seemed transformed. He’d shaved his head and was dressed in a street-tough style, with a white tank top and baggy jeans. He was angry, especially about the subject of race-mixing. He also had a gun.
Anglin told Edward that the tribe had rejected him. “They’re a bunch of idiots,” Anglin said. “Monkeys.”
Okay, I’m finished. This article goes on, but there’s nothing else interesting – no lies or fond memories about my personal life, just shit-tier analysis of our politics.
Oh wait – this is good.
But whether Anglin knew it or not, his site appears to have gotten a boost from someone in Russia. A collective of data scientists called Susan Bourbaki Anthony conducted an analysis of The Daily Stormer’s reach on Twitter from February 2 to March 2, 2017, and found that Anglin’s content was being spread by a mysterious network of accounts.
EDIT: There’s More
Okay, I’m adding some stuff here.
Honestly, I stopped reading and thought the interesting parts were over, then I just went back and there were still some interesting bits.
This is fake:
The day I arrived, the city’s weekly paper, Columbus Alive, published a long feature about Anglin. The next evening, Anglin walked into a supermarket where a protester who’d been quoted in the story worked. She later told me that despite the bitter cold, he wore only a white T‑shirt and black track pants. Holding a can of Monster Ultra Blue, an energy drink, he approached her and looked her in the eye. “How’s it going?” he said, before strolling off into the night.
Just totally made up. Like a whole bunch of this article. But that is not something where you can say “ANGLIN IS JUST CLAIMING THESE TRUE JEWISH FACTS ARE LIES.”
Because what exactly are the chances that a protester would be working at a supermarket that I just happened to walk into?
Come on now.
And I was most certainly not living in Ohio at that time. Luke claims I was in Russia earlier in the article, I maintain I was in Nigeria – no one thinks I was in Ohio. Someday I’ll post my passport stamps.
Also, he for some reason describes stalking my mother – looking in her window even.
One evening, I drove to what I thought might be Anglin’s mother’s house. It was dusk, and the only light on was in the living room. From a distance, I thought I saw a thin woman standing by a window, but by the time I parked my car, the light had gone off. I rang the doorbell, then knocked and waited a few minutes. There was no answer. I quickly scratched out a note—“I need somebody who loves Andy to speak on his behalf”—and stuck it in the door. A few days later, I left Katie a voicemail at work. She never responded.
I’d been at the right house. Anglin later posted a photo of my note and accused me of engaging in a “vicious scorched-earth campaign” to threaten his family and friends. He labeled me a terrorist and said I was trying to silence him.
I said that because you explicitly said it in your note to my mother, Luke.
Dear [name redacted],
I hope I have the right address – I’m a journalist writing a story about your son Andy for the Atlantic magazine. I know you have been through so much and I’m deeply sorry for that. But I’m contacting you because I need someone who loves Andy to speak on his behalf. I realize he had a tough time as a kid and that Greg probably had a bad influence on him. My goal is: 1) to hold Andy a little more accountable because he needs to stop what he’s doing; 2) most important, to understand how he wound up where he is, in the hope it can help him and others. He’s still a human being. Please help me show people that. You’re his mom. I know ya love him. This might be the best way to help him and others.
“Because he needs to stop what he’s doing.”
That is the motivation of this article full of bizarre nonsense you and your kike master made up as part of some kooky kike plot.
Oh and here – get this:
But Anglin was never one to put his body on the line.
What about when I was telling people to punch me in the face and laughing, Luke?
Seriously – what the fuck?
Who edits this shit?
EDIT: Okay, Finally Finished It – Wew.
This is what he closes with:
Like so many emotionally damaged young men, Anglin had chosen to be someone, or something, bigger than himself on the internet, something ferocious to cover up the frailty he couldn’t abide in himself. Fantasy overtook reality, and now he couldn’t escape. Who was he if not the king of the Nazi trolls?
Who are you, Luke, if not some random 40-something fat loser whose single most important life accomplishment – the cover of a shitty Jew magazine – was made possible by me?
And I’m sure there’s true shit about your life that is worse than anything you wrote about me. You must be emotionally damaged or you wouldn’t be carrying that weight.
Good news for you is that no matter what you do in your life, no one will ever give enough of a fuck about you to go digging through your life.
The only way you were able to get your name on the cover of a magazine was under my face.
Let that sink in.
What Next, Kike?
The Atlantic almost immediately had to shut down comments on the article.
So hey Jews – now that this little psychoanalysis game is over, you’ve written your bizarre fetish novel about my life, maybe it’s time to start talking about what I’m actually saying?
Maybe it is time for counter-arguments?
Because I’m pretty sure that this Atlantic article signals, quite definitively, that your “oh they only have these views because they are pathetic losers, no need to actually respond to what they’re saying” tactics have reached the end of their usefulness.
And you’ll also notice that my site is still online.
If shut it down doesn’t work and “look at this weird stuff we made up about things he did 20 years ago” doesn’t work you’ve got two options:
You can either confront our ideas, or just get rolled the fuck over.
But remember this, Jews:
You’re dealing with a bunch of guys with nothing to fucking lose.